Welcome to a stream of ideas as I venture on a journey to develop young writers. This blog will be influenced by my current reading list, conferences, colleagues, your comments and of course the students I work with each day. The connection between all forms of early literacy will also frequent the blog and their importance in the writing process for young learners.

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Friday, April 27, 2012

A Wavy Week

Lately I feel like I am seeking more and sorting everything. I am using a writer's notebook over the past few weeks more thoughtfully, intentionally. I am reading with clearer vision and seeking interpretation. I am processing, reflecting, trying to look into my future, seeking...something. I don't know what but I feel the impending impatience. The act of composing, scratching out and rewriting seems to be biding me time as I wander through all these words in my head. The following poems are combinations of my discontent and content within my world these days.

Wavering

Waves of words
wash over me.
Do you know of this
sea I speak of?
The waves bring treasure.
Sometimes jumbles
of disorganized chaos.
Each wave brings
something.

Speculation

A speck
Becomes a mass
Breeding
Emotion
Without consideration
Creating
A rapid
of
Speculation.

I hope you will chalk some poetry and share with me on April 30th! If you are curious enough to read more, check out the full description of our chalking celebration here! I just bought a whole lot of chalk, go get yours!

7 comments:

Wow-enough chalk for your whole driveway! I like that chalk poem-eraseable & graffit sound good. As for the other poems-love the questioning in each, wonderful about your emotions & the feelings swirling around. It might be that you're almost finished wtih school?

My students created chalk art all over the sidewalk in front of my school Friday, it was quite a lot of fun! We needed a lot of chalk! I think the end of the year always brings so many questions, always a strange transition.

I love your poems...maybe it is your anticipation of more chalk poems! Maybe it is the end of the year, as Linda suggested. Maybe it means big things for you next year? Hard to know and sometimes even harder to wait!